A Little Room of Blue

 

 

walls of gay

robin’s egg blue

rocking chair

of darker hue

chubby books

for his reading pleasure

trunk full of things

only babies would treasure

a soft, tan rug

lies on the floor

an ABC‘s poster

hung on the door

turtles, bees

Frogs, and ducks

match box cars

and big dump-trucks

a butter -yellow light

to chase dark dreams

sweet lullabies

that his momma sings

a silky blue blanket

lies on his bed

a cache of stuffed animals

above his blonde head

these are the things

of sweet baby's room

and to my great sadness

He’ll outgrow them too soon.

Reviews

[Imperfection]

Amazing description.

[Daryl]

They do grow up too fast, don't they?

I like all the detail -- that really makes the piece work. I hope you'll keep this one around so you can look at it ten or twenty years from now. I think it will be one of those things that brings all of the memories right back into sharp focus.

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

Oh, you got me; I wished I hadn't read this, made me sad!
It is wonderful, but my little boy is 1200 miles away and growing so fast, I miss him.
You captured the fleeting nature of love when it comes to babies and growing children

[Fran Marie]

A wonderful and touching write~ so very well expressed ~Thanks for sharing this ~Fran Marie

[Joseph - Michael]

The writing kind of threw me off, because on how you broke so many of the lines apart like that. Don't worry, you don't have to worry about that. Just worry on how you describe things to make your writing worth reading, which you did a real great job at it

So, it's all good here...

[Micheal Teal]

There is nothing more beautiful on sacred mother earth than that of mother and child.

This poem is heaped with blessings that embrace one with joy and beauty. It leaves one wrapped in a silky blue blanket of love . It is a sacred reflection of innocence and youth that has a beauty so overwhelming as to caress the very essence of ones inner child.

There are those who have climbed mountains , there are those who have created vaccines , there are those who have walked on the moon , all those accomplishments pale in comparison to the wonder and beauty of bringing life into the world.

Thank you for this lullaby of motherhood .

[poddar kushal]

i am returning in a minute...from a room situated within the true blue of my dream! "match box cars and big dump-trucks"- it brings back a whisper from a childhood.

[Carole]

Carrie, this is such a sweet write. This tugs on my heart strings...TREASURE the moments, hon. I remember when people use to tell me that and I would hate hearing it was going to "go so fast". I heard it over and over again, and it caused me to fear it, but everyone of them were right. My youngest is 17 now. The oldest two are married and have moved out. It was a difficult adjustment, but I think we have done it. I have found noteworthy things to fill my time. I am writing my 4th book(let) and getting ready to teach some classes. Things are good.

You sound like such a good mom...and I am sure this little guy is a doll..."Treasure the moment." Great imagery throughout--I feel like I am an outsider peaking into that little room with the pretty blue walls and darker blue rocker....the toys...and then your blond baby...:-) ***Smiles***

[Prose-full]

"a cache of stuffed animals
above his blonde head
these are the things
of sweet baby's room"-------such a sweet visual

this is nice, love this 'picture' you've laid out......mmmm sweet.

[THERISA]

You paint the ideal setting of a nursery for your young son, with your words. Conveying the things that a young boy would happily play with. But reality, doesn't allow for him to stay that way forever. Treasure these moments with him in your heart and photos taken of him, in truly happiness. Thank you for sharing this images of your son's nursery with us.

Therisa